Dreaming of future times with significant thought,
allowing sincere ideas to coalesce once again inside
margins of time.
New ideals become more organized, squaring off into
individual circumferences with no effort.
Being sated in places of comfort, relaxing totally
as peace descends upon me in dream-like stances,
conjuring novel placid puzzles of ongoing definition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem